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La première chapelle de Notre-Dame-de-Rocamadour fut construite en 1183. La partie la plus ancienne de la chapelle actuelle date de 1527. Ce lieu de culte ne doit pas son nom au pèlerinage d’un prêtre médiéval à Rocamadour en Quercy comme il est souvent affirmé, mais au socle de pierre sur lequel la chapelle a été construite au bout du Sillon, le Roc’h a ma dour (du celte Roc’h = rocher, am a= au milieu, et Dour = eau, soit le « rocher au milieu des eaux »).
La chapelle, comme la Tour Vauban, se trouve sur un rocher relié à l’Esplanade Jim Sévellec par le « Sillon ». Certains habitants de Camaret l’appellent « Roz Madou » qui a, sous une forme linguistique un peu différente, le même sens que roc au milieu des eaux.
Il serait imprudent de donner une date précise quant à la construction de l’édifice. Dans divers documents on trouve des dates qui se contredisent. Il est notamment fait mention de ND de Rocamadour dans un bref du pape Grégoire XI, daté de 1372 et accordant des indulgences aux fidèles qui contribueraient à la reconstruction du monument. Ce qui laisse supposer qu’auparavant il y aurait eu une chapelle. Il semble néanmoins que l’on peut dater la construction, compte tenu de l’inscription figurant sur le pignon ouest en abréviation d’usage à l’époque : « L’an 1527 fut fondée la chapelle Notre-Dame du Roc ».
La construction a été lente. Au-dessus de l’inscription sur le même pignon, on peut lire les dates suivantes : 1610, 1647, 1683. Suivies des noms des recteurs D. Myttern, Torrec, Kéraudren, D. Palud, lesquels ont restauré l’édifice.
Le clocheton a été décapité lors de la bataille de Trez-Rouz le 18 juin 1694 par un boulet anglo-hollandais.
Les armes des seigneurs de Crozon, successeurs des Rohan et représentés par la famille de Goulaine, sont demeurées intactes malgré les décrets de la Convention, ordonnant de les marteler. Elles sont visibles au-dessous du clocheton.
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" Love is the one thing we're capable of perceiving that transcends time and space "
Interstellar - Main Theme - Hans Zimmer ♪ ♫ ♩ ♬
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Interstellar - S.T.A.Y. (Madis Remix) - Hans Zimmer ♪ ♫ ♩ ♬
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Because of global warming bogs in the Midwest are all but gone. This one in NE Indiana is probably one of the most southern ones left. they are amazing things, I almost died in one in Michigan.
Interstellar
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🔭 Sky-Watcher Star Adventurer
ISO 800
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18mm
Riflessioni infinite di gabbiano tridattilo (Rissa tridactyla) durante un tour di seawatching del 2024 con Alessio Quaglierini
Endless reflections on the black-legged kittiwake (Rissa tridactyla) during a 2024 seawatching tour with Alessio Quaglierini
“No need to be afraid. I’m just a Holon.”
“Huh?”
“A Holon. What are you?”
“You mean who am I?” I correct him.
“No, what are you?”
“I’m not a what. I’m a who.”
“How can you be a who if you’re not a what?”
“What?”
― Robyn Mundell, Brainwalker
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“The true joy of a moonlit night is something we no longer understand. Only the men of old, when there were no lights, could understand the true joy of a moonlit night.”
― Yasunari Kawabata, Palm-of-the-Hand Stories
An interstellar visitor or alternatively Fractal 7-01 created in Dumbarton.
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located between the stars
to heaven so close
patterns from the past
there can you dream memory
there is no farewell in dreamworld
HWW, all!
Arabella's got some interstellar gator skin boots
And a Helter Skelter 'round her little finger and I ride it endlessly
She's got a Barbarella silver swimsuit
And when she needs to shelter from reality she takes a dip in my daydreams
My days end best when the sunset gets itself behind
That little lady sitting on the passenger side
It's much less picturesque without her catching the light
The horizon tries but it's just not as kind on the eyes
As Arabella, oh
As Arabella
Just might have tapped into your mind and soul
You can't be sure
Arabella's got a '70s head
But she's a modern lover
It's an exploration, she's made of outer space
And her lips are like the galaxy's edge
And her kiss the colour of a constellation falling into place
My days end best when the sunset gets itself behind
That little lady sitting on the passenger side
It's much less picturesque without her catching the light
The horizon tries but it's just not as kind on the eyes
As Arabella, oh
As Arabella
Just might have tapped into your mind and soul
You can't be sure
That's magic in a cheetah print coat
Just a slip underneath it I hope
Asking if I can have one of those
Organic cigarettes that she smokes
Wraps her lips 'round the Mexican Coke
Makes you wish that you were the bottle
Takes a sip of your soul and it sounds like...
Just might have tapped into your mind and soul
You can't be sure
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Au-dessus d’un océan infini de nuages, une cité interstellaire gigantesque s’élève entre le ciel et les étoiles, suspendue dans une altitude où l’horizon semble appartenir à un autre monde. La lumière d’un soleil lointain traverse les masses nuageuses et enveloppe les architectures monumentales d’une clarté ivoire et dorée, tandis que les profondeurs de la mégalopole disparaissent sous une mer de brume.
D’immenses structures urbaines émergent des nuages comme les vestiges encore vivants d’une civilisation devenue maîtresse du ciel. Des tours vertigineuses, élancées et irrégulières, percent l’atmosphère à différentes distances. Entre elles s’étendent de gigantesques passerelles habitées, véritables artères suspendues reliant les quartiers de la cité à travers le vide. Leur architecture révèle une technologie extrêmement avancée mais crédible : alliages patinés, panneaux structurels, conduits, modules techniques, baies lumineuses, plateformes d’amarrage et innombrables détails fonctionnels racontent des siècles d’évolution urbaine.
Dans le ciel circulent plusieurs vaisseaux aux silhouettes différentes, chacun conçu selon sa fonction et son origine. Certains glissent silencieusement entre les tours, d’autres émergent des nuages ou disparaissent vers les quartiers lointains. Leurs propulseurs diffusent de discrètes lueurs bleues et leurs coques portent les traces d’une technologie utilisée, entretenue et véritablement habitée. Aucun appareil ne doit sembler dupliqué : chaque vaisseau possède sa propre identité mécanique.
Au premier plan, une vaste terrasse panoramique domine la cité. Elle forme un jardin suspendu où architecture futuriste et végétation extraterrestre coexistent harmonieusement. Des arbres délicats aux floraisons rosées, des plantes aux formes inhabituelles et quelques sculptures organiques accompagnent les courbes de la plateforme. Une foule cosmopolite composée d’humains, d’androïdes et d’êtres venus de mondes différents s’y rassemble paisiblement. Les silhouettes varient en taille, morphologie, vêtements et origine, évoquant un carrefour où des civilisations étrangères les unes aux autres ont appris à partager le même horizon.
Au centre de cette terrasse s’élève une présence holographique féminine faite de lumière cyan translucide. Sa silhouette élégante naît d’un socle circulaire technologique et semble composée de filaments lumineux, de particules et de constellations numériques. Autour de sa tête flottent plusieurs anneaux concentriques d’énergie bleue, fins et parfaitement lumineux. Elle ne domine pas la foule comme une divinité : elle apparaît plutôt comme la conscience paisible de la cité, une intelligence gardienne accueillant silencieusement ceux qui arrivent des étoiles.
Très loin derrière les tours, une planète immense apparaît partiellement dans le ciel, presque perdue dans la lumière atmosphérique. Sa présence doit rester subtile, majestueuse et physiquement crédible, renforçant l’impression que cette ville n’appartient plus à un seul monde mais à tout un réseau de civilisations dispersées dans l’espace.
La profondeur doit être vertigineuse. Les structures proches révèlent leurs détails mécaniques les plus fins tandis que les quartiers successifs deviennent progressivement plus pâles, plus froids et plus brumeux jusqu’à se confondre avec les nuages. La lumière solaire chaude dialogue avec les accents technologiques cyan et bleu électrique sans envahir la palette. Les nuages possèdent un volume naturel, des ombres internes complexes et une lumière atmosphérique crédible, donnant au fantastique une véritable sensation d’échelle et de réalité.
L’ensemble doit raconter non pas une conquête, mais une rencontre : une cité construite au croisement des routes stellaires, où les vaisseaux apportent chaque jour de nouvelles langues, de nouvelles formes de vie et de nouvelles histoires. Une science-fiction merveilleuse, monumentale et lumineuse, où l’immensité technologique conserve une âme, où les nuages deviennent des océans et où, quelque part au-dessus d’un monde invisible, des peuples venus de mille horizons regardent ensemble vers les étoiles.
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Above an infinite ocean of clouds, a gigantic interstellar city rises between the sky and the stars, suspended at an altitude where the horizon seems to belong to another world. The light of a distant sun streams through the cloud masses and bathes the monumental architecture in ivory and golden radiance, while the depths of the megacity disappear beneath a sea of mist.
Immense urban structures emerge from the clouds like the still-living remnants of a civilization that has mastered the sky. Vertiginous towers, slender and irregular, pierce the atmosphere at varying distances. Between them stretch gigantic inhabited bridges, true suspended arteries connecting the city’s districts across the void. Their architecture reveals technology that is extraordinarily advanced yet believable: weathered alloys, structural panels, conduits, technical modules, illuminated windows, docking platforms, and countless functional details tell the story of centuries of urban evolution.
Several spacecraft with distinct silhouettes travel through the sky, each designed according to its function and origin. Some glide silently between the towers, while others emerge from the clouds or vanish toward distant districts. Their engines cast subtle blue glows, and their hulls bear the traces of technology that is used, maintained, and genuinely inhabited. No craft should appear duplicated: every spacecraft possesses its own mechanical identity.
In the foreground, a vast panoramic terrace overlooks the city. It forms a suspended garden where futuristic architecture and extraterrestrial vegetation coexist harmoniously. Delicate trees with pink blossoms, unusually shaped plants, and a few organic sculptures follow the curves of the platform. A cosmopolitan crowd of humans, androids, and beings from different worlds gathers there peacefully. The figures vary in height, morphology, clothing, and origin, evoking a crossroads where civilizations once foreign to one another have learned to share the same horizon.
At the center of the terrace rises a female holographic presence made of translucent cyan light. Her elegant silhouette emerges from a circular technological pedestal and appears to be composed of luminous filaments, particles, and digital constellations. Several concentric rings of blue energy float around her head, delicate and perfectly radiant. She does not tower over the crowd like a deity; instead, she appears as the peaceful consciousness of the city, a guardian intelligence silently welcoming those who arrive from the stars.
Far beyond the towers, an immense planet appears partially in the sky, almost lost in the atmospheric light. Its presence should remain subtle, majestic, and physically believable, reinforcing the impression that this city no longer belongs to a single world, but to an entire network of civilizations scattered across space.
The sense of depth should be vertiginous. Nearby structures reveal their finest mechanical details, while successive districts gradually become paler, cooler, and more mist-shrouded until they merge with the clouds. Warm sunlight interacts with cyan and electric-blue technological accents without overwhelming the palette. The clouds possess natural volume, complex internal shadows, and believable atmospheric lighting, giving the fantastical setting a genuine sense of scale and reality.
The whole scene should tell a story not of conquest, but of encounter: a city built at the crossroads of stellar routes, where spacecraft bring new languages, new forms of life, and new stories every day. A wondrous, monumental, luminous vision of science fiction, where technological immensity still possesses a soul, where clouds become oceans, and where, somewhere above an invisible world, peoples from a thousand horizons gaze together toward the stars.
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The milky way over Gunnamatta beach, with a slight pinkish glow from the aurora australis. This image is a 7 image stitched (portrait orientation) panoramic.
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This is the interstellar starship EBS-14767 Papyrus M (of the "Metall advanced audio propulsion" class), preparing for its premier landing on the ringed gas giant Pureanus.
How do you land on a gas planet? The Papyrus M tightly locks onto the rings and projects a trajectory and "landing hull" onto the planet's surface. This landing space – it's the bright spot you can see on Pureanus's surface – is an expandable sphere big enough to take the lander. It protects the crew and the machines from the harsh, life-hostile outside atmosphere. From this sphere, the astronauts can also create smaller spheres, which allow them to leave the "mother sphere" and explore the entire planet.
More of the Solar System 3D puzzle. I assembled Mars and Uranus for this theme. My Mars idea didn't work out (although the Mars puzzle ball is so cute and tiny), so I went back to my other idea involving the rings. The smaller of the ringed gas giants is Uranus (plus it has these lovely turquoise-blue tones), which is why I chose it over Saturn, although the latter would have been the obvious choice.
Since the planet itself is more of a "real thing", I thought that at least the starship should be made from non-space-related items. I started with a tiny (and how tiny can one fold paper?) folded paper plane, moved on to a folded plane made of aluminium foil (the ship needs a heat shield for a safe re-entry, after all), and moved on to a simple metal pen holder/clip. It's one of those clips with a flexible coil (where the pen goes in) attached to the clip. That type of coil is always good for bokeh and also works nicely as a pretendedly "vital" part of any imagined machine or vehicle. But on its own, it looked as if Papyrus's rocket/ship section had gone missing at some point of her journey, and only the secondary hull or stardrive section with that ominous "planetary rings clip contraption" made it to "Pureanus". It would have been a sad ending, so I went searching for something that could serve as the actual starship/rocket component, and stumbled upon a gold-coated audio jack adapter.
HMM, Everyone!